𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐋𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐬 || 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞

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Sneaking your way through the hallways you're shocked you haven't been caught by Filch yet. He is always roaming these halls, especially the ones by the library. You smirk as you see the hall is clear, you push open the large door to the library then tip-toe towards the restricted section.

You reach your hand to the top shelf, looking for a very specific spell book, you sigh then go to grab a ladder from the front of the room—you swear you hear footsteps but you shrug it off, eventually you return to the shelf then you grab the book.
Once you have the book you turn your heel and leave, hiding the book under your shirt.

Eventually you return to your common room, sitting on the couch in the room you flip open the book, you were originally looking for a spell to help you focus, but your eyes land on a different spell

"Laetus?" You say aloud, confused.

That confusion soon fades when a sudden rush of wetness floods your core, you quickly look back to the page under the name of the spell was the description.
"Laetus, a spell preformed for the purest happiest or arousal."
You eyes widen in shock, you continue to read the page, the page is extremely short.
"No reversal spell found yet!"
Your heart drops, the rush of excitement you feel won't fade until the spell fades.

You frantically look around the dormitory, checking to see if the room is clear. You let out a small breathe of relief before flipping up your skirt and sliding your hand into your panties.
You quickly circle and rub your clitoris, the stimulation is overwhelming. The spell has enhanced your sensitivity. Loud moans fill the entry way as you stroke your clit, you move your hand faster—moving your other hand to slide into your soaking folds. But nothing is enough.

"Fuck!" You shout as you feel the building sensation in your lower stomach, but it's not enough.

Your eyes flicker back over to the book, you read another line from the text.
"Spell may backfire and you will feel these emotions extremely strong."

You frown, you continue to rub your clit. You sigh then remove your hand from your lower half. Thinking of ways to end the spell you can't find a solution until you have an idea. What if a potion could help?
Then your eyes widen more, the only person awake at this ungodly hour would be him—Severus Snape.

Your cheeks flush, you've had a crush on your potions teacher since your 6th year in Hogwarts, you're in your 8th and final year now... and to bring such a question to him would be pure embarrassment.

You have no choice.

You stand from the couch in the dorm room, grabbing the book from beside you in the process—you then turn to the door and leave, sneaking away to the dungeons.

Once at Professor Snape's door you slowly knock.
A deep voice calls out "Enter."
More wetness builds in your soaking panties, you enter the room.

"Hello, Professor..." You say, your cheeks still flushed and your thighs trembling from the building force.

"What do you want, Ms. [Last Name]. Why are you up." He snaps.

"I need to ask you something, Professor..."

"So spit it out." He growls, his hand tightly clenched on the quill. What if that was your neck?

Instead of answering you walk over to his desk, handing him the book. He looks skeptical but flips the pages to the one your tagged.
He reads the pages and his face looks angry.

"What does an arousal spell have to do with me, Ms. [Last Name]."

"I.. I accidentally cast it sir." You mutter, clenching your fists as you push your thighs closer together, the hear is unbearable.